Part 6: In With The New
Year: 2547
Location: ONI Research Station Epsilon, Casbah, Tribute
Time: 1425 hrs/ 2:25 pm
ONI Research Station Epsilon was small underground facility beneath Tribute's largest city. The ONi station was task to collect and survey data coming in and out the entire solar system. Though the station work on a barebone staff, it gain one new member a few years back, Isaac Churchill. Churchill was sifting through files after being demoted by his former rival several years but it has stop him from gathering dirt on her using the station computers.
Apparently she "official" command of SPECWAR/ Group Two some four years. To be more accurate, the original commanding officer, Lieutenant Colonel Gwen Oxford seems to have neglected her duties to keep the special operation unit up to standards. Under orders from HIGHCOM, a senior member, Major General Mich Arlington, was tasked to either bring or defunct the group. Instead he gave "command and advise" role to Quinsey after several messages between the two. One messages in particular, highlight the deal, the affair, in great detail.
"Got ya." Churchill said with a smile on his face.
Part 7: Wounds
Year: 2547
Location: UNSC Charon-class light frigate, Fan Zhongyan, enroute from Skopje.
Time: Classified
He was dreaming, once again found himself in middle of grass field. There He could see once again a familiar face. Dark-haired woman with a smile on her face. The man found himself crying.
Why? he asked himself.
"Why are you smiling?" The man asked.
"Because you new family." the woman said.
"No I haven't."
"Then what are they to you?"
To me?"
"Yes," the woman said," can you answer the question for me Darien?"
Darien jolted from his bunk, nearly falling on the floor. He sat on the edge of his bed, opening his hand and clutching it into a fist. He was not dreaming and back to reality.
"You were dreaming about her wasn't you?" Darien looked up to see Marcon staring at him.
"How long you been watching?"
"Long enough to see a problem."
Darien said nothing and got out his bunk bed and left the room. There a was small makeshift gym inside one of frigate storage compartments. Darien practice his boxing against the air, trying not to think about what happen hours earlier on Skopje. Team Jester was cut-off from each other as the Covenant began to glass the planet, barely making it to the evac zone in time. Darien stopped his air-boxing when heard footsteps marching in, it was Marcon.
"I asked you a question soldier." He demanded.
"It nothing sir." Darien answered in a dry tone.
"That wasn't nothing."
"I said it nothing," Darien admonished," If you don't think so then check up with Quinsey."
"I'm starting to think Quinsey made a mistake."
"Pardon?"
"That was the fifth time I'll seen you like these," Marcon stated," talking in your sleep, yelling out her name…"
In an instant, maybe less than three seconds, Darien rushed over to Marcon. He Grab the Spartans by the collar of his shirt in one hand and a fist in another. For whatever reason Marcon words had angered Darien. An angered he hasn't felt since he was a child. There was several seconds of silence between the two Spartans before Darien released his grip. He back away from Marcon.
"I'm sorry sir," Darien apologised,"that...that not like me."
"No I'm the one to blame. Shouldn't be digging up people ghost like that."
Marcon turn and left the room. Darien , trembling, his whole body want to fall apart.
Darien, he thought to himself, what going on with you?
Part 8: Turning the Table
Year: 2548
Location: Reach FLEETCOM Military Complex, Reach
Time: Classified
Quinsey couldn't not fathom why was called to a security briefing. Let alone at such a high time from team Jester as their reports, that she usually evaluates, had just came in hours ago. She pray that this briefing would not be an hour or so long. She walkthrough maze-like corridors until she saw the enter of the briefing room. It was gray room with a half-circle-like table with members already seated. Among them was Arlington, darting his eyes left and right. She saw another familiar face, Churchill.
"Look like our love bird is here." said man on the far right of table.
"Indeed." A middle man spoke.
"What's the meaning of this?" Quinsey asked.
"It has come to our attention that an affair," the middle man howled," One which lucky hasn't been made public has been brought to our attention."
Quinsey was speechless, only stood there dumbfounded.
"In light of this affair," the middle man said,' Churchill will made head of SPECWAR/ Group Two.
"An you, Anica Quinsey, Mich Arlington, will be stripe of your rank and demoted to an non-commissioned officer status."
"That was never a part of our agreement!" Arlington yelled.
"It wasn't," the middle man glared at Arlington," but some talk among ourself, it better to punish both rats instead of one."
Quinsey said nothing. She only turn and ran towards the nearest armory. All her hard
work. All of scheming and allowing her body to be violated by the that man. She did want to face what was head ahead of her. Instead, she place a pistol inside her mouth and pull the trigger.